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EAVEN 



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Voices of Earth and Heaven 



By 

HARRIET B. BRADBURY 



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New York 
THE ALLIANCE PUBLISHING CO. 

J 899 



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Hark, the basy voices 

Of the noisy day : 
** Leave thy useless dreaming; 

** Idler, come away ! 
** Work is waiting;, 
■f* Day is fleeting, 

''Why so idle stay? 

''Come away. 




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** Fill the time with toil as doth the bee ; 
"Gather honey, 
" Lay up money, 
" Lest a day of want shall come to thee/' 
Other voices cry ; ** Nay, nay, oh nay ! 
*' Life is not for toil, but all for play, 
** Youth is f leetingf, 
** Death is waiting;, 
"All alike their debt to him must pay. 
** Then fill the time with jollity, 
** Waste no moment rare, 
** Not an hour to spare, 
" Live and love and feast and sing and play/ 
** Nay,'' cry other voices, ** Not for this 
"Should be thy labor. 
" Pipe and tabor, 
" Songf and merry dance put thou away. 
" They are evil. 
"'Tisthe^devil 
" Thus would blind thy soul that he may slay. 
" Study then and pray." 
" Selfish care," cries out another voice ; 



** Toil for oth.ctSf 
** Toil for others 
** Should fill the time, and bring thee nobler joys. 
** Give not thy heart a moment to repine, 
** But with the wine 

** Of ceaseless effort drug thy restless soul, 
** 'Twill make thee whole.'' 

Then all these varying voices blend 

And float into my solitude, 
As myriad summer insects lend 

Their separate chimes in music good. 
That fills the fields and wood. 
From far I listen, as we hear 

At night a city's distant hum, 
With mingled sounds of joy and fear. 
And toil, and pain, an endless sum, 
In one vague murmur come. 
'Tis good to flee a little while 

From all the hurrying din, 
To let sweet solitude beguile 

Thy thoughts from toil and sin. 
And dearest Nature on thee smile, 
Thy love to win. 



My soul lies tranquil as a mountain lake 

Beneath a tranquil sky ; 

Sweet thoughts go floating by, 
And heavenly images my heart may take, 

To cheer me byc-and-bye. 
Then call me not, oh voices of the day ! 
To labor or to play, 
To sing or pray. 

Here as I rest I hear a voice more sweet. 
That bids me stay. 

A still, small voice, in silence of the soul, 
Whose faintest whisper thrills and takes control 
Of heart and pulse and life to rule the whole. 

"Would^st hear that voice? 
Then lay aside thy feverish haste awhile. 
And fold thy hands and listen. ^Twill beguile 

To sweet forgetfulness of earth^s mad noise. 
Here shalt thou find 

Youth^s lost ideals pure ; 
Here heart and mind, 

' With certainty made sure, 

Shall find a nobler faith in God and truer. 



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Here found the sagfe of old 

His wisdom new^ 
Here did the sun behold 

A vision true^ 
When thou^ heart true and bold, 

May^st see it, too. 







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